In a blog first I am pounding the keyboard at Gate Lounge 5 at Tullamarine.
The flight is already late, the passengers need to take a good hard look at themselves and there are just TOO many painted toenails for this little black duck.
What makes the public behave like utter morons when a plane is involved? It used to be so galmourous in the era of the Zeppelin and the Lockhead Electra.
Now it is just like an RSL club with lots of luggage.